you never know the biggest day of your life is going to be the biggest.
the days you think are going to be big ones, they’re never as big as you make them out to be in your head.
it’s the regular days,
the ones that starts out normal.
those are the days that end up being the biggest.
sometimes it happens in an instance,
we step up, we see a path forward. we see a path and we take it. even when we have no idea where we are going.
today’s the day, a different life begins,
today i become a grown up
today i become accountable to someone other than myself, my parents, my friends and my family,
today i am accountable for more than my grades
today i become accountable to the world
to the future,
to the possibility that life has to offer.
my job is to show-up
wide eyed, willing and ready,
for what i don’t know.
to take on life.
to take on love.
to take on the responsibility and possibility.
my friends, our life begins.
As a message for this beauty of a narrative I would like to say that I don’t know if it is just about movies or the stories which are unsaid in the real world. But it surely makes me wonder what is more to us as a person. How we always have that one thread that connects us. It’s like a roll of emotions where you pull one string and it all comes about. I am sure we all have that element in ourselves where we somehow start defining our lives in terms of a story. But I am going to believe now that we are not a sad story but rather infinite 💖”
She no longer thinks that a situation could be made better by writing a poem about it.
I was lying on
a mountain side,
Heavy winds of nostalgia hits me,
Which crashed my thoughts,
Hopes and dreams.
Until i saw that,
A i have right now is
All what i have lost.
Where are those days
When everything was normal.
But once the sky starts to mix colours,
Painting blue on blue,
Clouds carrying their shades,
Wind dancing with happiness,
You forget everything,
You just become part of the evening,
You try to blend yourself into colours
All your thoughts and chaos
Fades away with the wind,
And all you do is drawn yourself to the scene.
Blues in the sky freaking precious they’re.
You don’t miss what’s in your hand,
You miss what isn’t.
I miss feeling like being in that exact same place,
As i always meant.